Violet Koenigslutter Am Elm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I get all soft thinkin bout it—like, whore’s got soul. Reminds me of that line, “We were the real killers.” In the flick, they owned their darkness. Whore owns it too—struttin through life, takin no shit. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em, “You’re a masterpiece, darlin!” But then—bam!—some asshole’ll call em trash. Oof, that burns me up. Happy little trees don’t grow in hate, y’know?

Häufig gesucht

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the quirks: da winding street called Dorfstrase hides a wee cafe – where I once spilled me tea (oops!) and laughed at me clumsiness. Nothing perfect, eh? Every corner got a story.